“Unless you're insane,” Thor said with a grimace. “Then it gets easier.”
“But I'm different?” I asked.
“You are the source, and you're also a witch,” Brahma said. You are the mountaintop that replenishes our streams; you can simply cut us off without issue.”
“Just speak plainly,” I huffed. “You're saying that I can kill gods easier than all of you?”
“Yes.” Brahma made a disgusted face.
“You ruined his poetry,” Pan whispered to me.
“Oh; sorry,” I mumbled.
“It's fine.” Brahma sighed. “There's not as much appreciation for eloquence these days.”
“I'd appreciate it more if we weren't talking about killing a man,” I said.
“A god,” Thor corrected. “We're talking about killing a god, and that's where I believe you can help us. Can you cast a death spell on a weapon, Vervain? Like a hammer, for instance?”
“I've never cast something so dark,” I said softly. “But I know the spells; I believe I can find one that's suitable.”
“That would be much appreciated,” Thor said.”
“If that's all, I'd like to take my fiance somewhere more private since she's nixed the public idea,” Re said.
I rolled my eyes at Re and said to Thor, “I'll collect what I need and have Re contact you when I'm ready.”
“The rally is in two days.” Thor gave me a hopeful look. “Can you complete it by then?”
“I believe so,” I agreed.
“Wonderful!” Thor stood and came over to me. “Welcome to the team, Vervain.”
I stood and shook Thor's hand. “This isn't a team; it's a god squad,” I said with a grin.
“The God Squad!” Pan declared. “I love it! We finally have a name.”
“Why did I invite her?” Horus sighed.
“Because you're a brilliant man,” I said dryly.
“Oh, yes; that's it.” Horus drawled.
Chapter Thirty-One
“Are you certain that you want to do this?” Re asked as he watched me gather ingredients in my magic room.
“I'm just casting a spell, Re,” I said.
“I know.” He reached down to scratch Nick.
My gray tabby had been following Re around ever since we'd arrived at my house in Hawaii. Cats are attracted to magic, and Re was oozing the stuff.
“I'll stand on the side at the rally; completely out of the way,” I went on.
“I don't like this,” Re murmured. “It feels...” He grimaced and sighed. “It scares me, La-la.”
“I know you're worried.” I put my bag down to hug Re. “But it's going to be fine. Hey, why don't you see what kind of wine I have in my kitchen?”
“I know a brush-off when I hear one.” Re grimaced. “All right; I'll get out of your way.”
Re kissed my cheek and headed toward the kitchen; Nick trailing after him.
Finally! I thought I'd never catch you alone.
I froze and then searched the room for the source of the voice.
I can't believe I have to do this all over again, the voice sounded annoyed. Come on, V; hasn't anything come back to you yet?
“Who are you?” I whispered.
I'm in your head, it said. So, you can talk to me with your thoughts and not freak out the Sun God.
All right, I thought. Who are you?
I'm Alaric, the Consciousness of the Void.
The Void?
It's the place where Atlantean and human souls go after death. Never mind; that's not important now.
Atlantean?
Right; I forgot that Aion changed your history before you learned anything about the Gods, Alaric mused. Okay, real fast; the Gods come from Atlantis. They are an advanced race; both magically and technologically. They used their knowledge to trick humans into believing that they were gods.
“Atlantis?” I forgot and whispered aloud. “No fucking way.”
Yes; let's move on, Alaric said impatiently. Your past was changed and that altered your present; yours and a lot of other people's. All of this knowledge you're receiving about people you don't know is your memories trying to surface. You must concentrate on those memories, Vervain. Your old life is slipping away. This is the third time Aion has changed your past, and every attempt has pushed your true path further away.
Who's Aion? I don't remember him.
Cause you've only seen him in your altered timelines, Alaric huffed. He's Zeus' son, and just like his father, he's a supreme dick. He wants revenge on you for something you did to Zeus. So, he teamed up with Nyx and changed history. Nyx mainly wants Hades to suffer, so in every new timeline, she has killed Persephone, but Aion is after you. He wants you to lose all of your husbands and your magic. Then, you won't be able to hurt his father.
Did you just say husbands; as in plural?
Of course, that's what you focus on, he huffed. But yes; husbands, plural, and Re is only your fiance.
But we are meant to be together? I pressed.
Of course, you are; that's why you connected so quickly.
And why we experienced love so suddenly.
Yes, he confirmed.
How do I know that you're not tricking me? You could be anything or anyone; I could even be losing my mind and talking to myself. I glanced at my spellbooks; wondering if there was a spell to regain sanity.
Fine. We don't have a lot of time, but I understand. Talk to Hades; tell him that Nyx murdered Persephone and see what he says. He doesn't know it yet, but if you point him in Nyx's direction, he can find proof. Will that be enough to prove my intentions as well?
I suppose. But I don't know Hades.
Your man does; ask Re to take you to the Greek Underworld. Tell him about me, if you like. He may feel better once your
